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The Swarm

Part two of three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Adagiodajiang

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The Queen hissed powerfully as she studied the newly transformed, though not completely, Vyraxi.

“Your fate…will be different from the others,” she said. “You will not be the lowest caste of drones, no… For I see potential in you. Sssszzzzttttssss. You will be granted the gift of thought and emotion, in fragments where you may be useful to me. You will have enough of what I need from you to serve as my right hand.”

Sandor grunted and twisted, but the pod held him fast, his clawed hands raising against it but unable to tear through.

“For this gift, a mighty gift,” she continued, “parts of your old, feral mind… Oh, it’s all rather primitive, ssszzzt. They will be erased, what is not needed. For you are now mine, one of the hive.”

Sandor blinked, though his eyes were no longer capable of producing tears. No… No, she couldn’t really mean that, could she? His mind grappled with the concept of losing sections of himself, chunks of who he was. That could be even worse than losing himself entirely!

“We will suck it out…” She hissed. “Cut it out, suck it out, take away the parts of your brain that are not needed for one of mine, my fine right hand.”

The fox reeled, but there was no point in doing so. Yet his body still forced itself through that facsimile of resistance, fighting more on instinct than anything else. Truthfully, Vyraxi were skilled fighters too and there were parts of the hive mind already hissing at him, begging him to struggle, to fight on behalf of the hive. They may have wanted a different thing to what his old instincts heaved at, but the Vyraxi had not used his DNA to break him yet. That was key.

“Nooooooo!”

He howled, a broken, gargling hiss, as tendrils shot from the pod, curling around him, forcing his limbs apart and his tail up so he could not even protect his tail hole. It was at that time that he looked down, the fearful scrape of breath in his lungs and windpipe drowning out all other noise. For not even his dick was the same as it had been, throbbing and rising to attention in a hard, barbed length. It was on longer vulpine by Vyraxian, the barbs standing out proudly with a girth much thicker and mightier than anything Sandor could ever have bragged about.

A cock sleeve tendril sucked down his new dick, ripping the monstrosity of it from his vision – but it would never truly leave his mind, not that first impression, not ever. The Queen might have needed to use his horror at some point, but it was up to her to decide what she was to keep of him or not.

He snarled weekly, but even his cries sounded increasingly insectoid, no longer to make the same old sounds he was used to through a mouth that was a very different shape. Even his mandibles, extending out from the sides of his jaw affected his speech, the movement of them getting into the working of his lips and mouth. Yet the fox was never to uncover the raspy twist of his voice box, how even the claws of the Vyraxi had got into that part of him.

The Queen watched him through the pod as he struggled, fighting the tendrils as more dug up under his tail, one shoving it out of the way while another plunged into his ass. His new hole stretched around it, tighter than before and yet accepting of the penetration, though no amount of bucking and curling away from the tentacle got Sandor any relief. The tendril sucking and rippling around his cock pulled seamlessly from base to tip, the exterior pulsing with each movement.

“Noooo…”

He moaned brokenly, too many hisses and clacks echoing in his head. He didn’t know what was him and what was Vyraxi, not with the hive mind chattering away in the back of his head. It was a stream of consciousness that wanted to welcome him into the swarm – but Sandor ached to stay out in the cold, alone and free, for as long as possible. Fighting back was the only thing he could do, even as his stomach sank and his eyes grazed the struggling form of Alyssa in the corner of the room. She had been dumped there, discarded, as if she was worthless, but he couldn’t do a thing to save her. He couldn’t even save himself.

What had his life become?

But pleasure… Oh, that was overwhelming. Any resolve the fox turned Vyraxi felt crumbled, fading just a little more. The tendril pulsed around his cock, the erotic twitch and pull catching his attention, like his mind could not possibly be turned to anything else. He pumped his hips reflexively, even though Sandor was too far gone to realise he wasn’t quite moving the same as he’d used to. A Vyraxi had a different roll of their hips, after all, tipping forward with a more monstrous, insectoid stance.

His tail lifted a little more, though he didn’t realise where his free will ended and the comfort of the hive mind began. They were always there, soft and humming in the back of his mind, and Sandor grunted, mandibles twitching as he focused on the Vyraxi outside the pod. They were his, his…his Vyraxi. They were not comrades, crew mates, anymore – and there was a part of him that felt that part of his life was very far away already.

He grunted and arched his back, suddenly bearing back with even more force on the tentacle rammed up into his ass. Just why hadn’t he thought of how good it felt before? His head swam with delirium and his lower jaw hung slack as he let out a long, drawn-out moan.

“Mmmmnnnn…”

The Queen watched him intently, the new Vyraxi being twisted to her needs. It was the way of it, of course, and she felt no ill-will towards him or his resistance, not in the slightest. Vyraxi mutated species they took over, making them better for it, conquering planets and even entire galaxy. His ship was just the first stop on their mission to see to it there was not a single creature like the fox left, none of what they called “anthros.”

It was not evil: it was just how it was.

Sandor whined, the Vyraxi thrusting into the cock sleeve, feeling like it was drawing away from him. His tongue pulled against the side of his mouth, but it no longer had the same flexibility that it had boasted as a vulpine, even if that was not something at the forefront of his mind. He grunted, legs quivering and braced as his tail hole was plundered, stretched out luxuriously around the tendril. Oh, that very much was not the kind of penetration he was used to, but overwhelming pleasure tingling through his new body was sure to make such things irrelevant.

His eyes glazed over the twitching, weakly struggling Alyssa in the corner of the room, but she didn’t draw him, not as she’d once done. Sandor thrust, but it was not even up to him when the need for his own climax was so dominant in his own mind.

“Aaaarrrggghhhsssss!”

His feral cries grew increasingly like that of a Vyraxi, twisting back and forth and losing control. A sudden surge of need poured from his cock, his balls smooth and dark, heavy with cum. Ah, but it was all that fox seed that had to go, as only Vyraxi cum could infect other creatures. His balls would eventually refill, of course, when all the irrelevant cum had been drained from what had been the fox.

His seed flowed into the tentacle, insidious pulse after pulse sending one of the last parts of the real Sandor forth. The tendril funnelled it away to where it could be put to use, but the tendril in Sandor’s ass didn’t let up or slow in the slightest. If anything, it grew more determined, slamming into him, his hole stretching around it. It was nothing like anything Sandor should naturally have been able to take – but Vyraxi were built differently.

Sandor grunted, heaving for breath, his cock throbbing with need within the tendril. He ground into it more willingly, his body working without the conscious thought of his mind. His hips pumped and his tail lifted, the tendrils only delivering pleasure to him, for there was no need for any further restraint. He was still a wild card, of course, but Sandor was trapped by lust and that was more powerful than any bondage ever could have been.

Again, orgasm rose within him, his body feeling tighter as contractions pulled through him, his nuts strangely feeling like they were being squeezed. The pressure of climax surged through him and he shot another load, further draining his balls as his head fell back in ecstasy.

“Nnnggghhh…”

The groan was deeper, though he chattered and hissed through it, needing it in the moment. His tail swung back and forth, brushing up against the confines of the pod, though it was still larger enough to contain a fully-grown Vyraxi reasonably. The bare expanse of his throat, though still encased by his exoskeleton, trembled as he exposed it, as if in offering, but that was not what Sandor was thinking of.

They had his seed already… Was there any actual need to hold back? Sandor shook himself, shaking his head and blinking the fogginess from his eyes.

And then spines shot into him once more, piercing his spine and skull as he was abruptly locked rigidly in place.

“Tsssszzzssss!”

His hiss came with a thrum of panic, but the hive mind was there, whispering to him. They reminded him, in a language he should never have been able to understand, that it was okay, what was happening. Sandor was always meant to be one of them, after all, had always been one of them. Their thoughts became his thoughts as he grunted and twisted the meagre amount he was able, but his vision shuddered and blurred, swimming while pain split down the back of his head.

Chitin peeled back to expose his brain, the pink mass of it glistening faintly, reflecting the glow of the hatchery. The Queen clicked her mandibles together, keenly watching the process, though Sandor did not understand the intricacies of what was happening to him. Grunting and hissing, he twitched against the spines, his brain exposed to the machinery of the hive.

Vyraxi were more advanced than their conquered civilisations would ever give them credit for…

The Queen leaned over him, Sandor’s antennae exposed through the pod, twitching and vibrating. She allowed her own to press up against Sandor’s and he fought the urge to shudder as her memories poured into him.

It was…immense. More than a single mind could contain, though that was exactly why the hive mind existed. They trembled through his mind, supporting him as he struggled to contain the knowledge, watching the life cycle of the Vyraxi. He saw them mating, how beautiful and feral they were, coming together time after time again until a clutch of eggs was formed. In his mind’s eye, an egg was laid and the young inside gestated until they were ready to hatch. The young Vyraxi crawled out of the egg, growing before his very eyes, as if he was watching their entire life cycle sped up.

“Ggrrrrsssssshhhh…”

His hiss was weaker that time, but inherently more Vyraxi than ever before. Millions of years of their collective memory threatened to drown him, all as he watched how the Vyraxi had taken over other civilisations, mutating the natives until they were unrecognisable from Vyraxi. They were all Vyraxi.

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Sandor twitched, eyelids flickering, though the Vyraxi didn’t even blink. It was not needed, not in the insectoid fashion, and the tendril still pumped within his ass, intent only on expelling those last drops of cum from his cock and balls. The machinery sucked into his brain, tiny needles exploring, finding the matter that would be needed – and what could be removed as nothing more than waste matter.

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Yet Sandor only saw and felt, living it as if it was him who had done it all, the Vyraxi conquering, infesting, infecting. The Vyraxi spread across the galaxies, their infestation relentless, making the lands better in their wake, even if it might not have been in the way the native occupants would have wanted it to be.

It was too much, much too much, for a single mind to hold and the hive mind held him, taking some of the massive volume of information, though he had more than enough. He felt what they felt, saw what they saw, even the Vyraxi who were elsewhere on other planets, living and spreading.

“Nnnnggghhhh… Ssssrrrrasssssskkkk!”

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Yet the pain, oh… Oh, Sandor could not hold on through that even as he shot another load. Bliss meddled with torture and he screamed, a Vyraxi hiss curdling through it. Sandor’s chest pushed forward and he gasped for needed air, though breath did not come easily to him. The machinery cut away parts of his brain, pulling, dicing and sucking, the slop of brain matter being funnelled away filling his brain. But the Vyraxi did nothing against it, for he was not in any position to do so as he lost it all.

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His memories.

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His sense of self.

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His morals.

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All of it, all gone. The Vyraxi had no need for it as he shrieked and juddered, body rebelling where he could not wrench himself away.

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“Aaarrghhh… Nnngghh…”

Anguish throbbed through him, a pounding pain racing down his spine, standing out in sharp contrast to the sharp bite lancing into his head. Nearby, Alyssa screamed, her head free of the silk webbing she’d been encased in, eyes wide and wild. Her cries, however, were still like that of a doe-taur, high-pitched and cutting, with not a trace of the Vyraxi hisses and grunts that had become increasingly natural for Sandor. It was yet another difference between them that would never again be turned back, for the Queen would not allow it to be so.

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The deer-taur blinked through her tears as she watched the fox lose himself, his eyes glowing fiercely. He didn’t even look like himself anymore, all hard black, a giant insectoid she still loved and yet was repulsed by at the same time. Power could not take away from his monstrosity as he let out that chattering hiss again, body twitching and jerking in entirely unnatural, unnerving ways.

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His brain matter slopped messily to the ground around him, falling out of the pod, though it was not to go to waste either. As Sandor’s body was milked dry, he gasped for air, losing the sense of pain – at least where it came to parts of his brain and reality being sliced away from him like he was a puppet in a grand master plan.

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He lost his training in the academy, blinking as it was replaced with Vyraxi memories, of being amongst his own kind. Ecstasy trembled at his core and he leaned into it hungrily, wanting more. He didn’t know that “more” would strip away those last shreds of him, but what Sandor had become cared not for such meagre things.

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Worms slithered across the ground, green and blue and fleshy, sticky with secretions. They slurped up his brain matter as they fattened up with it, nibbling even after they were full. Sandor blinked, seeing the pod and what a Vyraxi was made for, both simultaneously.

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Need rolled through him as he licked the edge of his lips, running his tongue around its firm edge. That was so different…but he couldn’t think what from. His eyelids slid up and down, uncovering and recovering his eyeballs when he wanted them to, but there was no need for him to blink as he once had. More and more of his brain matter dropped to the ground with a wet splatter, the worms wriggling in delight. Sandor could not remember just why he’d been concerned about something being different in the first place.

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“Tsssssrrrrrssssss…”

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He flexed his arms, letting out a long, roiling hiss: the hiss of a true Vyraxi. White fox fur showed at the back of his head and neck, but his body was otherwise smoothly covered by black chitin, gleaming as it reflected the unearthly illumination very faintly. His tail curled and uncurled, following ancient memories of how it could be moved, though Sandor did not even consider it with his active, thinking mind.

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Yes…

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“Ssssszzzzrrrrssss…”

He hissed again, shivering as delight coursed through him. It was more than pleasure from the never-ending stimulation but from having a sense of purpose, of being just where he was supposed to be in the galaxy. He was not one but part of a whole, the greater, the hive. His tail tip twitched and he tipped forward, claws moving as if they were trying to grasp something, even if there was nothing before him but the pod. The other Vyraxi prowled around, watching him, and the Queen’s antennae brushed his again, allowing him to feel her sense of the world, her pride in all she had conquered.

There was no more fox seed in him: that part of Sandor was long gone. He heaved and grunted, a hiss aching in the back of his throat, as he stood up tall, ignorant to the mechanical arm and needles moving with him. They remained deep inside his head, taking slivers of brain matter that would not be required for the Queen to use him. Nothing that was not essential was left behind.

Sandor, however, felt powerful. He hissed rampantly and thrashed his tail as the needles retracted from his spine, allowing him at least a little more freedom of movement. His cock throbbed and he curled his claws in as close to fists as he could manage.

“Grrsssssaaaassszzzzz!”

He was ready, his balls heavy again as they filled with potent Vyraxi cum. Yes, he had to fuck, had to fill, had to serve his Queen!

The tendril sucked around his cock as the exterior grew translucent, showing the shape of his huge, barbed dick within. Sandor thrust furiously, grinding into it with single-minded intent, not even realising what the webbed bundle was on the other side of the hatchery room. It didn’t matter anymore, couldn’t matter, his tail thrashing and writhing with raw energy.

Pleasure was worth chasing as he heaved and grunted, flanks rising more than his chest as he dragged in breath after breath. His antennae twitched, the sensitive ends swivelling back and forth. Yet his focus had to be on the throbbing of his cock, how he could feel blood racing through it even then, pouring down to his shaft that needed to be used.

His balls felt heavier than ever before, tingling with need, like they were being overstimulated even in that moment. They swung lightly, just behind the base of his thick member, the barbs layered down the length standing up a little more as instinct and need took over. Yet Sandor didn’t even know the cues of this new body when it was getting closer and closer to orgasm – so the thrill of climax took him by surprise.

“Rrrrrssssssttttaaasssssss!”

He hissed and roared, Vyraxi language twisting through his cries, as he ejaculated. Cum shot from him more powerfully than it ever had as a fox, though it was thicker and yellow, the fluid not like any semen Sandor would have recognised. The Vyraxi stomped a foot and his balls churned, though not merely with cum. Within, worms slithered and cultivated, the shape of them lightly showing through the outside of his sack.

Finally, the needles and blades in his head retreated, sealing over the back of his head with another plate of chitin. Sliding back into place what had been peeled away, Sandor emerged, still rocking his hips through his orgasm, sending his cock surging mightily forward. He hissed as orgasm poured through him, sending thicker and heavier spurts of yellow gunge into the tendril’s tube, his mutation, finally, complete.

There was no past life for him, nothing. The pod quaked around him as he twisted, baring his jaws in the Vyraxi fashion, his segmented tail lashing through the air as the skin of the pod shook. In a flash, his claws were up, hacking and slashing his way through the organic matter as it peeled away in gaping slews and gaps.

“Sssssrrrrassssss!”

Sandor lunged forward, stepping over the shredded remains of the hatchery pod, which would never again be needed, not for him. There would be more pods and more to mutate, as they took over the world of anthros, converting them to the Vyraxi cause.

Fully transformed into a Vyraxi, Sandor let his jaws hang open, his longer, slenderer tongue exploring the limits of his mouth. Licking the side of his muzzle was a vulpine action and instinct didn’t prompt his tongue into that motion, though it still slipped from his mouth and dragged back in slowly, exploring what he could do. His cock, devoid of the tendril as the other slid teasingly from his tail hole, throbbed obviously, every pulse of blood and energy that was sent through it making him quiver with need.

His large claws clicked against the floor where he stepped on bare ground, the creep slippery and messy underfoot elsewhere. He swung his head back and forth in a more feral fashion, inspecting his surroundings, but there were no threats to be found there. There was only the comfort of the hive in his mind and the other Vyraxi standing around him, clicking and hissing at him as they greeted him. But he’d always been there, so Sandor greeted them in turn, lacking the understanding to realise he had just been reborn and remade.

His green eyes glowed with an alien purpose, all three of them opening and closing with the third eyelid protecting it: clear so he could see through. No more was there any blurriness or hesitation in his step, for he had the memories of a million other Vyraxi to fall back on, his muscles exactly as he expected them to be.

Sandor inspected the doe-taur wrapped up in the Queen’s silk at the side of the room, his head looming over her and mandibles spreading wide. The small creature squealed and tried to shrink from him, though there was nowhere for them to go.

“Rrrraaaaassssshhhh!”

He hissed over her as the creature cried, tears sliding down their cheeks. That was not something for Vyraxi and he turned away from the creature, disinterested. They were merely another creature that had been claimed by the swarm, the hive. The Queen clicked her jaws at him and, obediently, he went to her side, circling her as he readied himself for her orders.

Serve the Queen…

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Long live the Vyraxi…

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Welcome to the hive…

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All are the hive…

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The hive is all…

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Bring glory to the hive…

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Glory to the Queen…

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The Queen…

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The hive…

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The Queen…

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The hive…

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LONG LIVE THE VYRAXI!

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“Ssssaaaattttzzzzz…”

Sandor angled his head, studying the queen as he stayed low to the ground. He didn’t stand fully upright like the other Vyraxi as a quirk of his vulpine heritage remained in him: they had not rid him of every scrap of his brain, after all. That bit, for movement, had needed to remain, to function smoothly with muscle and bodily memory. He prowled around the Queen like a loyal dog, while she observed him, her chitin plates bristling with interest.

“My loyal subject… Ssssgggrrrsssss…”

The Queen stared at him, showing no emotion, but the hive mind steadied him. With the swarm, Sandor would always be where he needed to be.

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Sandor did not know he had not always been of the Vyraxi, as was the case with all transformed. Just because he had kept a few of his mental faculties did not mean he was anything other than what or who he was, though he did not remain on the ship for long. There were other Vyraxi to pilot the vessel and take charge of it for the Queen in their service of her.

There were some differences to being a transformed Vyraxi than a natural-born one – at least in Sandor’s case. His shaft and balls were still held externally, unlike how other Vyraxi kept their genitalia tucked away within a slit, allowing him, in some way, to remain closer to what he had been. Even physically, Sandor was distinct amongst his swarm, though they respected him as the Queen’s subordinate.

The anthro colonies stood no chance against the Vyraxi as he faced off against them on rolling, barren plains where the grass had long been burned away. They were not kind to their planet, though Sandor held no emotion towards that. He was only there to serve the Queen, working as one mind with the swarm, as was his destiny.

Furries in armour charged at them, some in the air, bullets and energy beams cutting into the earth around them. Smoke and dust filled the air as Sandor led the assault, slamming into the anthros as he cut them down, caring not for their species. The hive mind fed into him, giving the Vyraxi information on where his next opponent was, how many were lined up against him, how to slice with his blade-like claws to cut them down. Several bodies at once hit the ground, splattering with leaking blood, though the swarm would take all the living bodies, in the end, they could.

Still…Sandor thrilled with alien satisfaction, leaning into a killing instinct that had never been present in him before. He snarled and hissed as he battled with his kin, the blade on his tail stabbing through a wolf soldier while his claws sliced across the throat of another. The spray of blood added colour to the scene as a metallic ring of it cut through his senses.

It was not one battle, but one after the other, all so they could win the war and conquer the colonies – and then the planet. Anthros had spread to several systems throughout their galaxy and there was plenty of work for the Vyraxi to do, until he could return to the hive and the Queen.

She awaited him within the hive-like nest, which protected her in the insectoid fashion, appearing cut into the side of a mountain. The Queen was larger than she had been, immense, fused into the brood chamber as she towered above him.

“My subject…” She hissed, green eyes glowing as she leaned down to him. “You have returned. Breed me.”

The order was given casually, like it was nothing at all, and Sandor hissed. Yes, yes… Yes, he would breed the queen, he would serve the queen!

“Ssssrrrrassssszzzz!”

She adjusted her back end for him, though Sandor was still forced to climb up on the hexagonal egg pods, the queen laying more and more of them. He would be the one to seed more eggs in her, to further the reach of their species.

His cock throbbed, pumping up readily to full attention, though the design of it made it look like it was never fully deflated and soft at any time. It was hard for a barbed dick like that to appear soft, after all. Yet he scrabbled against her as he served his queen, a growling clack rising from the back of his throat. The slit hiding her genitals was a little below the underside of her tail and he pushed into it after a few false starts, standing on the back of one of her thighs with one foot. The Queen braced for him as he fed his dick into her, thrusting and grinding like the breeding drone he had become in that moment.

“Sssaaarrasssssaaaa… Tzzzzeeessss…”

He ground into her, stroke after stroke, needing more. Lust drove him on, the feral need to spend his seed coursing through him with every throb of desire pumping through him. It was not only his need but that of the hive, the swarm with him for every single step and every thrust. Her body clenched around him, her passageway warm and wet with a light texture to it, though strings of goopy, pale green arousal clung to his shaft. Every time he pulled back, a little of her fluids showed on him, marking the length of his cock as he used every single inch of it to power into her.

Serve the Queen… He thought, blinking slowly as he fulfilled his purpose. Serve the Queen… Serve the Queen…

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His mind was gone in any way that Sandor may have recognised itself. But the Vyraxi did not need to as he powered into her, a lewd, wet sound filling the air as the brood mother crooned and hissed to him.

“Grrssssssaaaa… Psssszzzz… Kkkkrrrssssszzz… My subject…”

He would have said it was affection for him in her tone, but he didn’t know what else to call it – didn’t have to explain it in any way. His antennae stretched out as her own larger pair reached back for him, connecting them in a moment of lust.

Her knowledge flooded him, showing him all the young he would sire, how powerful the line of Vyraxi would be for him giving up his seed all over again. He would not infect her, of course not, but Vyraxi semen was more potent than anything else in the many galaxies, her body ripe and fertile, ready to be impregnated.

“Ffffrrrsssssaasssss!”

He couldn’t slow his pace, grinding into the Queen with near savage intent, though that was exactly what she wanted of him. She steadied him as he powered seamlessly and fluidly into her larger form; once his cock was inside her, there was nothing stopping Sandor. His clawed hands stroked lovingly over her lower back and her backside, the smooth plates of chitin alluring, though his claws could never harm them. She was the Queen and she was precious to both him and the hive.

Her body sucked and pulled around him as he thrust deep, spearing his cock deeply into her. She hissed and rolled her hips back against him, although the Queen’s range of movement was lessened with how her physical form was fused with the brood chamber. Of course, that didn’t hinder the Vyraxi Queen in the slightest, for her mind was out with the swarm at all times, studying her opponents and planning her attack. But she had more Vyraxi eggs to lay as the only Queen amongst them, for there would never be another like her.

The vastness of the Vyraxi soared through him as he thrust into her, his barbs catching and raking lustfully through her sex. Her body was primed for him as he bred her, though her knowledge pulled him from the moment and forced him deeper into it. If he’d still been Sandor the fox, he would have found it difficult to hold both things in mind at once, but that wasn’t how it worked for one of the swarm.

So many voices echoed in his head and he heard them all, everything existed as it was supposed to. It was there that he belonged, sinking deeper into it all, his jaws parted in a roiling hiss that would have struck fear into the hearts of any anthros standing against the swarm. He belonged there, always, forever, and he hissed as his mission of spreading, consuming and transforming others fuelled him with his own joy.

One member of the hive could be vital and small, though still part of the eternal tapestry – like a web that could not be perfectly woven without that single strand in place. She squeezed around his cock and he was dragged in closer to her, no longer able to pull out the full length of his cock between thrusts to use all of it. He was made to stay deep inside her, drawing back only a few inches at a time so he could breed her with the thick meat of his insectoid cock.

Even then, he felt the Queen’s ecstasy spreading through him, how his barbs pulled through her sex and stimulated her. She was already ovulating, the need and urge to breed thrumming strongly through her, demanding that he fuck her, that he fill her, even if his manner of thrusting would never be completely Vyraxian in nature.

So, he did as her thoughts and urges bid in, spearing his dick into her over and over again. His cock pushed up furiously inside her as she squeezed around him – and then the Vyraxi was ejaculated, surge after surge of heat pouring from him. His seed spurted from him in thick, gloopy ejaculations of yellow fluid, something that looked utterly alien in its presentation. Yet all was as it was meant to be as he hissed and scrabbled against her, wanting more, craving more.

“Sssssaaarrassssaaa! Grrrsssszzz!”

The hive hissed with him, mentally, for they all shared in the moment. They took his pleasure too as he seeded the Queen, though her eggs would not take long to be formed inside her. Vyraxian reproduction, of course, was far more efficient.

He pulled out of her slit after several orgasms, yellow semen dripping from her, fetid. Yet the Queen bid him to stay as her flanks shuddered and, a short while later, she pushed out a pile of yellow-toned eggs. They glistened with his semen, where what had not been needed was pushed out of her body, and the slick slime her own body produced, although Sandor felt no revulsion. He lowered his head to watch, fascinated, as the eggs shook and split, revealing new, tiny Vyraxi. The spawn were small and soft, needing time in which to grow and mature, but Vyraxi had that under control.

Before his eyes and within only a few hours, they were as large as Sandor was, their mandibles clicking threateningly as they felt out their new life and acclimatised to the hive mind.

“Rasssssaassszzz… Grrrzzzzssss… Rrrgggzzzz…”

They all had a different hiss and growl to them, though Sandor understood them all. He would lead them on their way in the world. His offspring scampered, their legs tapping over the ground as their mandibles clicked, though they were still a little smaller than he was. With the Queen’s guidance and direction, they would grow and prosper.

And they were strong too, extending the hive and aiding the spread of living creep through the hive’s tunnels, ensuring every surface was coated. The soothing echo of their minds touching one another resonated, for there was no single member of the hive who would ever find themselves alone. His offspring worked at the tunnels, digging into the ground and the depths of the earth, carving away what was no longer needed so new chambers could be formed. The hive, after all, still had to grow and the swarm gained new members every single day.

Yet Sandor’s progeny had another use too. He led them proudly to service every Vyraxi he came across, staying close to the hive, where they were born. The brood mother Queen would stay there, growing and feeding, serving them all even as she lived the shared lives of every Vyraxi in her swarm. The green eyes of his offspring were sharply intelligent, sharing in his memories as other Vyraxi stood proudly before them, allowing Sandor’s offspring to extend fine tentacles.

A Vyraxi who looked like they might have, once, been a wolf, hissed as a tentacle worked its way up into his ass, though Vyraxi needed no gender, not where they were part of the hive. The swarm was one and they served the Queen as one. The Vyraxi grunted and hissed, writhing and twisting while the younger Vyraxi fed them more and more energy with the tentacle.

Sandor felt it too, even though it was not happening to him: he merely shared everything with everyone. That was the way of the hive. He hissed and clacked his mandibles for the sheer thrill of the experience, feeling what the Vyraxi felt as the tentacle pulsed in their ass, feeling the swell of energy flowing through them. His limbs twitched, clawed hands curling, unable to even keep himself still there either.

In the wide chamber, more of his progeny filled the area, every single one of them feeding their tendrils into the asses of other Vyraxi, sending energy and vivacity into their bodies. The tentacles were far from idle as they pulsed and ground back and forth, working the Vyraxi open so they could be more easily stretched around them, although the hive mind would see them right either way. Sandor watched as his offspring did what they were made for, his head proudly high so he could take it all in.

“Rrrssssggrrrrr!”

“Ffffzzzssss!”

He joined them in hissing, his neck softening so he could weave and bob his head back and forth. He didn’t understand the purpose in his offspring feeding the others energy, what made his exoskeleton tingle and pulse with the need to join them. It didn’t matter, not truly, which of the Vyraxi took on his offspring’s energy, sending a flow of fluid that could not be considered semen and yet was still a part of their inexplicable essence, into their bodies. It softened and melded with them as it was quickly absorbed, flowing through them as the Vyraxi hissed and trembled.

Then and only then did the Vyraxi who had been fed the energy show what they were there for. The creep, after all, had to be replenished and the hive was too expansive for the slow mass of the creep growing. There were more direct ways in which to encourage its spread and the Vyraxi stood tall on two legs, their clawed arms held out before them. Their cocks swelled to attention, the males of the swarm, and pulsed with need, every last one of them the hard, gleaming black shafts of the Vyraxi. If any of them had been other than Vyraxi at any point in their lives, there was little remnant of their earlier lives, there was no trace remaining Sandor cared to note.

He merely shuddered in the shared experience as their cocks pulsed, his own rising to attention, even if it was not quite like theirs. Before his eyes, their dicks gave a simultaneous twitch – and they ejaculated, spewing the crawling creep from their cock. It came in green and yellow, some of it tinted with an orange hue, glistening and gleaming with a wet look to it while it was first made. More and more biomass poured from the Vyraxi in pulse after pulse of needed ejaculate, their bodies putting what Sandor’s offspring had fed to them in the form of raw energy, which they could manipulate, to good use for the hive. Was there really anything else they could do?

“Sssszzzzzttttt!”

Sandor hissed along with his progeny, his antennae tenderly folding against those of his kind. Pleasure thrummed through him as he shared more intensely in the experience, not at all minding the slick feel of the creep around his clawed feet, jaws parted while his mandibles extended as widely as they could. His progeny pressed in close to him, the subtle stroke of their antennae allowing him to feel everything, from the teasing throb of other cocks to aching need – the need to serve the hive.

They were a part of it, but Sandor would never be quite the same the same as any other Vyraxi. There were still vulpine, almost dog-like, tendencies remaining and he turned about, climbing over one of his progeny, while others added to the biomass creep, seeding the hive. His cock swelled to attention as he plunged it deep into the slit beneath their tail, a part of him not minding truly what the hole was.

“Grrraahhhahssss!”

For Sandor, it was all about instinct: pleasure. Pleasure and serving the Queen were the only things that mattered and he thrust mindlessly, hunching forward over his progeny like a common dog. His antennae twitched happily as he mounted them, his throbbing cock plunging deep, seeking an orgasm he’d only had since becoming one of the Vyraxi with the Queen. After all, he didn’t need to debase himself with crude pleasures when it wasn’t in service of the hive. The swarm had to grow and the Queen would allow him more orgasms, claiming his enemies and transforming them into more Vyraxi, all in time.

He didn’t know how he knew that, the knowledge settling in his mind as he ploughed into the hole his offspring offered him, his antennae leaning far forward so they could tangle softly with theirs. They shared in the moment and their pleasure as his body quaked and he thrust harder and faster, powering into them. The vulpine in him, with only shivers remaining, demanded more and slammed in to their shared ecstasy until he spent himself with a flood of seed that poured from him in long, hot spurts.

“Rrrssssszzzzz!”

Around him, the swarm hissed.

Continued in part three of three…